Tres Difficile

Well...generally me. But I found this and remembered the classics! The excerpt that follows is by Mark Twain. Who else could make terror so witty-funny... A Ghost Story by Mark Twain This story was originally published as a part of "Sketches New and Old" in 1903 by Samuel Clemens. I took a large room, far up Broadway, in a huge old building whose upper stories had been wholly unoccupied for years, until I came. The place had long been given up to dust and cobwebs, to solitude and silence. I seemed groping among the tombs and invading the privacy of the dead, that first night I climbed up to my quarters. For the first time in my life a superstitious dread came over me; and as I turned a dark angle of the stairway and an invisible cobweb swung its slazy woof in my face and clung there, I shuddered as one who had encountered a phantom. I was glad enough when I reached my room and locked out the mould and the darkness. A cheery fire was burning in the grate, and I sat down befo...

I haven't attempted blogging in a long time, mainly because I don't believe that anything I have to say could be of any greater importance or contain any greater insight than all the other leet bloggers youtubers and hackers out there that seem too say everything you could possibly want to hear if your willing to dig a bit. Whoa, run-on sentence much? Well, the reason I've decided to put on my writers fedora and put fingers to keyboard is this. The one person I most regret not having a lifelong friendship with...you see I was married and he was...well, so cute and charming and intelligent, and a friend of my wife's from work. At any rate I had several chances to honestly tell him what I felt, but I still had so much queer self hatred that I couldn't get past the attraction. I know he knew that I had something on my mind and heart but, I also knew that he would never force it out of me. I have always had a problem with my will being of two different minds. My birth n...